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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Black Dice to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Pole,
Make Up,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.