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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.