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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.