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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.