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 United States and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
The Associates,
Gong,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.