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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.