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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.