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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Wings,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.