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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.