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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.