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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Saints,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.