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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.