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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.