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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.