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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.