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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.