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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.