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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
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.