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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.