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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 the Sonics to the grime 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.