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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.