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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.