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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.