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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.