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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.