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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.