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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Qualms,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.