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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.