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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.