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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.