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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.