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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
10cc,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.