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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.