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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.