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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Monolake,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.