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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade 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?
Section 25,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.