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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s 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 Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.