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 South Africa 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Sound to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.