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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.