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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.