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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Wings,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
MC5,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.