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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
UT,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.