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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.