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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.