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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.