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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
The Remains,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.