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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.