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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.