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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.