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 Solomon Islands 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.