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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.