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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
X-102,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.