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 France and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.