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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.