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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.