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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.