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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.