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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.