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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.