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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Television,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.