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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.