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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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?
John Coltrane,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.