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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
The Evens,
the Swans,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.