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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.