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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.