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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Cameo,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.