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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.