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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.