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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Guru Guru to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.