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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.