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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.