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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Television,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.