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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.