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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.