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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Move to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.