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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
UT,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.