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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.