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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Swans,
The Victims,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.