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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
The Saints,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.