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 Thailand 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Visage,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.