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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 10cc to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.