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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.