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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Hoover,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.