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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Doors to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.