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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
The Litter,
The Martian,
AZ,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.