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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.