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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.