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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.