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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
The Doors,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.