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 India and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.