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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.