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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
UT,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.