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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Make Up,
10cc,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.