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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.