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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.