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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.