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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.