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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.