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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.