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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
X-101,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.