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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.