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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.