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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.