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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.