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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.