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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.