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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.