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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.