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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.