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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.