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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.