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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Franke,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.