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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.