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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.