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 Lithuania 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Gong,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.