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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Nico,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.