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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Fear,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.