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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.