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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 theremin 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 The Move to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.