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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 ABBA to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Unwound,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.