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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.