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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Residents to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.