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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.