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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.