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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.