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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.