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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.