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 Czech Republic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.