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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Harry Pussy 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.