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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.