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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.