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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.