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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.