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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.