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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.