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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Index,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.