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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.