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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.