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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.