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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.