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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Nico,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Pole,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Hashim,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.