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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek 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 Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Wire,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.