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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 New Christs 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.