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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.