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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.