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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.