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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Index,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.