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 Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.