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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.