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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.