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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.