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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Trojans to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Motorama,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.