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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.