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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.