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 Barbados 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.