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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.