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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Swans,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.