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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.