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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Magma,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.