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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.