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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.