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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.