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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.