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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.