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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
UT,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.