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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.