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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.