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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.