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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.