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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.