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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.