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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.