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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Television,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.