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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Wings,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.