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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.