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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.