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 Austria 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.