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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.