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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.