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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.