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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.