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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
10cc,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.