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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.