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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.