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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The American Breed to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Q65,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.