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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.