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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.