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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.