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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.