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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.