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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.