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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Urselle,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.