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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.