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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.