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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
The Index,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.