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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.