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 Malawi and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Ossler,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
cv313,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.