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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.