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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.