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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.