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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.