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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Crime,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.