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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.