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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.