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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.