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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
AZ,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.