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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Smog,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.