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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Monks to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Index,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.