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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.