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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Television,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Nas,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.