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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Magma,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.