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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Faust to the techno 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Sparks,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.