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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.