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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Pagans 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.