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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.