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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 DNA to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.