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 Togo 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.