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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Seeds 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.