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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.