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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.