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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.