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 Iran 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.