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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.