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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Nico,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.