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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Jandek,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.