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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.