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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.