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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
X-101,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.