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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.