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 Mauritius 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Moby Grape 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.