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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Rekid 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.