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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.