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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.