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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
UT,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.