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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
PIL,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.