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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Magma,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.