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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.