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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.