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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Unwound to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.