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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.