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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.