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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.