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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.