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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Pole,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.