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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.