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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.