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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.