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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 mellotron 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.