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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.