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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.