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 El Salvador 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
June Days,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.