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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Q65,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.