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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.