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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.