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 Laos and from Houston.
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 Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.