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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.