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 India and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Technova to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.