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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
The Move,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.