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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
June Days,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.