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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.