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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.