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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.