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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.