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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.