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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.