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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Fear to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.