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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Germs to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.