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 France and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.