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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.