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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.