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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 New Christs to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.