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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
The Move,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.