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 Maldives and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
June Days,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.