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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
AZ,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
The Wake,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.