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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.