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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.