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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.