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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.