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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.