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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.