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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.