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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.