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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.