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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
ABBA,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.