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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.