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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Faust,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.