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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.