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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Skaos,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.