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 Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.