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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.