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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.