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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.