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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.