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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.