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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.