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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.