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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Slave,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.