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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.