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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.