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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.