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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Scientists,
June Days,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.