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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 snare 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.