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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.