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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
The Move,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
ABC,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.