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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.