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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.