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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.