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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.