Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Mars,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.