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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
ABBA,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
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.