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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.