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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.