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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.