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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
JFA,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.