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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.