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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.