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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.