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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.