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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.