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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.