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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.