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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.