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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
MC5,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.