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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.