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 India and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.