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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.