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 Spain and from Accra.
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 Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.