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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Visage,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.