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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.