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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.