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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.