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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.