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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.