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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.