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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Wings,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Fear,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.