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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.