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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.