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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
MC5,
Pole,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.