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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.