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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.