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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s 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 Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.