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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.