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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Swans to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Visage,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.