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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
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.