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 Poland and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
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.