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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
The Move,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.