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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Television,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
a-ha,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.