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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.