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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.