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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.