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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.