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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.