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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.