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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Slits,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.