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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.