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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.