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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Pole,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.