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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.