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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.