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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.