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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Urselle,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.