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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.