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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.