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 France and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.