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 Bahrain 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Television,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.