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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.