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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.