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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Wings,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.