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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.