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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.