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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.