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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.