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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.