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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
The Residents,
Can,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.