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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.