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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.