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 Mali and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.