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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.