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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.