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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.