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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.