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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Iggy Pop 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.