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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.