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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.