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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.