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 China and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.