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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.