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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Copeland to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.