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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.