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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.