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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Monks,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.