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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.