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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.