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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
June Days,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.