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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.