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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Can,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.