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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Crime,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.