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 China and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.