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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Nico,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Can,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.