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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.