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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.