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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.