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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Dead Boys 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Can,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.