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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Rekid,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.