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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
DNA,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.