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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.