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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.