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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.