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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.