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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Fear,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.