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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.