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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Faust,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.