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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.