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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.