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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.