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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Can,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.