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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.