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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.