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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.