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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.