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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.