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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Gang Green to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.