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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.