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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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.