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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.