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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.