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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.