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 Ecuador and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Flipper,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.