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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.