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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Fear,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.