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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Swans,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
The Fall,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.