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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.