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 Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.