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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.