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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
the Association,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.