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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.