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 France and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.