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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Germs to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.