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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Faust,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.