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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.