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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.