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 Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.