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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.