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 Eritrea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.