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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Can,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.