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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.