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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.