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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.