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 Malawi 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.