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 Sri Lanka 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.