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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.