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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Nas,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.