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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.