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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.