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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Yellowson,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.