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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.