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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.