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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
the Human League,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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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.