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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.