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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.