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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.