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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Q65,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.