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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.