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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Swans,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.