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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Scientists,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.