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 Bangladesh 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.