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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.