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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.