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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.