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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Mars,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.