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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.