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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.