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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Fear,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.