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 Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Magma,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.