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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.