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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.