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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.