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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Franke,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.