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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.