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 Georgia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.