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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.