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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.