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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.