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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.