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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.