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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.