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 Nicaragua 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.