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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.