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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
X-102,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.