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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.