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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.