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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.