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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
ABC,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.