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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.