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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.