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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.