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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.