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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.