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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The Motions,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.