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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.