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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.