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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Scion,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.