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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the rock 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.