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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.