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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Brick,
Pole,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.