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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.