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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.