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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
UT,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Ronan,
Television,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.