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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.