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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.