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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.