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 Nigeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.